Blogpocalypse Two – The Island Park

Grand Island Park (click on map to enlarge)

Grand Island Park was an unexpected find. I mean that literally. The park is in the middle of the island between a hoity toity gated community and the dessert. It’s like you’re not supposed to know it’s there . . . oh, wait . . . ah . . . now I see.

Anyway, apparently it’s the place to go if you’re a Disc Golf which I didn’t know was a thing until Flirt and I found the park.

At first, the park looked unused. But after a few weeks of walking through the park, I noticed more and more dog turds left in the park so it looks like the rabble has discovered Grand Island.

Let the Walking Begin . . .

Ready, Set, Walk!

We pass Stubby’s grave . . .

Leave a Stone for Stubby

And walk over the giant “20” old airport marking . . .

Jan on Top of the “O” of “20”

About this time Flirt comes off leash . . .

Then the Yellow (black) Brick (asphalt) Road (sidewalk) of Grand Island Park begins . . .

Time To Get Out My Passport

At the north end of the park, time for a roll on the burnt grass . . .

Next stop . . .

Finally, we round the south end of the park near the fragrant Acacia tree . . .